Eleven years ago Mr Stanley Weyman announced to a sad world of readers that he had written his last novel, although ho seemed to ho at the height of his powers. Now iho has changed his mind, and a now book from his pen is coming out. He io one of those who failed badly before he succeeded. He practised as a barrister for ton years, never made more than £3OO in one year, and in some years barely a dustman’s wage; but as an author his income rapidly rose into the thousands. “You’re in stylo when you're wearing a smile,” And feel very nice, no doubt; But you can't keep smiling all the while When there’s nothing to smile about. The smile wears thin to a sickly grin When wirrter brings colds to endure, Till smiles grow bright in a world all right With Woods’ Great Peppermint Cure. —£AdTtJ
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Evening Star, Issue 18020, 14 July 1922, Page 1
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150Page 1 Advertisements Column 6 Evening Star, Issue 18020, 14 July 1922, Page 1
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